"On weekdays, take her out for walks more often, look at flowers, plants and trees, get in touch with nature, and don't stay in one place all the time."
"Keep her busy and prevent her from wallowing in pessimism on a physical level."
Fu Jiusi frowned slightly, "She has now isolated me from the physical level."
"It's hard for me to see her."
Wen Fan laughed, "Is it so hard to be a bootlicker?"
"If it doesn't work, try another approach."
"Mo Chi is still in Yunxiang, right?"
"Friend of women, at this time, please ask him to go out and give you an assist."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Jiusi opened the calendar and thought about it silently in his mind.
Send a message to Mo Chi: If you have something to do, please go back to the company. Please help me take care of Hua Qi while I am not in Yunxiang.
Mo Chi: What happened? Why is it so sudden?
: When will you be back?
Fu Jiusi: I’ll be back when I’m done.
Mo Chi: Are Sister Yan and Xiao Qian coming?
Fu Jiusi: Ask yourself.
: Hua Qi is home, let me know.
Mo Chi: Dog licker! [Pooh.emoji]
After sending the message, he went to the balcony of Fu Jiusi's guest room and waited.
Half an hour later, Hua Qi arrived home.
He recorded the process of Hua Qi walking from the front door to the living room and sent it to Fu Jiusi.
Fu Jiusi: She hasn’t eaten yet, get her something to eat.
: Don’t say it was my order.
Mo Chi: What is going on?
Fu Jiusi: Hurry up!
Mo Chi borrowed the kitchen of Biyunxuan and made a simple breakfast for Hua Qi.
When it was delivered to her, she was busy packing for Fu Jiusi.
His clothes, razor, computer... were stuffed into his travel bag.
"You're here at the right time. Take this." Hua Qi took the bag and stuffed it into his arms.
Mo Chi looked confused. That night when he was drunk, he hugged her neck and cuddled with her. How could it suddenly become like this?
He didn't dare to ask and walked away in shame with his bag.
Hua Qi threw himself onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Fragments of Fu Jiusi's life swept in like a tsunami.
She frowned angrily and got up to go upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, there were more traces of him.
The small chrysanthemums on the windowsill, the clothes in the closet, the two-meter double bed...
I didn't feel it when we were together, but after we broke up, I found that there were countless ties between me and him.
Feeling hungry, she went downstairs, feeling her empty stomach.
I opened the breakfast that Mo Chi brought me, picked up the fried egg directly, and took a big bite.
“!!!”
This egg is so salty!
She frowned and spat it out, picked up the pumpkin juice, took a sip, and then spit it back into the cup.
So sweet!
"What terrible cooking!"
She threw her things into the trash can and collapsed onto the sofa.
"ah……"
"what to do?"
“I miss his cooking so much.”
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